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“Go to, thou bald-faced idolater! Israel
will cease to do thy bidding one near day.”

The driver forced his way into the front ranks and
began to lay about him with his knout. Instantly
he was cast forth by a dozen brawny arms.

“Mutiny!” he bawled.

A group of drivers reinforced him at once.

“By Bast,” the foremost cried, as he came
running. “The sedition of the renegade,
Mesu,[1] bears early fruit!”

But the spirit of rebellion became contagious and
the men of Israel began to throw themselves out of
line. At this moment, Atsu seemed to become
conscious of the riot and drove his horses between
the combatants.

“Into ranks with you!” he commanded, pressing
forward upon the Hebrews. The men obeyed sullenly.

“I have said there was to be no use of the knouts,”
he said sharply, turning upon the drivers. “Forward
with them!”

The first driver muttered.

“What sayest thou?” Atsu demanded.

The man’s mouth opened and closed, and his eyes
drew up, evilly, but he made no answer.

“Forward with them,” Atsu repeated, without
removing his gaze from the driver.

Slowly, and now silently, the hereditary slaves of
the Pharaoh moved out of Pa-Ramesu. And of all
the departing numbers and of all that remained behind,
none was more stricken in heart than Atsu, the stern
taskmaster over Israel.

[1] Moses.

CHAPTER II

UNDER BAN OF THE RITUAL

Holy Memphis, city of Apis, habitat of Ptah!

Not idly was she called Menefer, the Good Place.
Not anywhere in Egypt were the winds more gentle,
the heavens more benign, the environs more august.

To the south and west of her, the Libyan hills notched
the horizon. To the east the bald summits of
the Arabian desert cut off the traveling sand in its
march on the capital. To the north was a shimmering
level that stretched unbroken to the sea. Set
upon this at mid-distance, the pyramids uplifted their
stupendous forms. In the afternoon they assumed
the blue of the atmosphere and appeared indistinct,
but in the morning the polished sides that faced the
east reflected the sun’s rays in dazzling sheets
across the valley.

Out of a crevice between the heights to the south
the broad blue Nile rolled, sweeping past one hundred
and twenty stadia or sixteen miles of urban magnificence,
and lost itself in the shimmering sky-line to the
north.

The city was walled on the north, west, and south,
and its river-front was protected by a mighty dike,
built by Menes, the first king of the first dynasty
in the hour of chronological daybreak. Within
were orderly squares, cross-cut by avenues and relieved
from monotony by scattered mosaics of groves.
Out of these shady demesnes rose the great white
temples of Ptah and Apis, and the palaces of the various
Memphian Pharaohs.